School Days | A Shadow Slave Fanfic

A fist descended towards Sunny's face rapidly as he was forced to roll across the floors of a damp room. Sweat and blood poured from Sunny's body onto the ground as he continued to dodge punches from Gilead. This brutal training is what Sunny had been subjected to for an entire month on end without a moment of respite.

Colliding with the ground and leaving a large crater in it, Gilead pulled his fist backward as he glanced down at Sunny, who was panting heavily in the corner of the room with a terrified expression on his face. 'If one of those hit me, I might really die!' Sunny exclaimed to himself.

He wasn't offered the solace of speaking nor the solace of expressing pain, doing either only got him a swift and violent beating from Gilead as it was a 'Show of weakness'. Thankfully, Gilead didn't continue his vicious onslaught that had been taking place for the better half of two hours, instead he stood in the corner of the room, raising a hand to beckon Sunny forward.

Slowly pushing himself off the walls, Sunny stared at Gilead with a blank expression still ridded across his face before a large hand collided with his cheek. Sunny was sent barrelling across the room before colliding against the wall with a sickening crunch, yet he remained silent.

Pulling himself out from under the debris, Sunny looked at Gilead as he finally portrayed the hidden message that Sunny seemed to be missing. "I want you to attack me, attack me like your life depends on it. I won't fight back at all, so give me all you've got!" Gilead's bellows caused some dust to fall from the ceiling as Sunny surged forward.

If there were two things Sunny had gained during his stay in hell, it was speed and technique. With a kick that turned into a blur, Sunny swung his foot at Gilead's head, yet he nimbly leaned backward to avoid the blow. But Sunny didn't end there, pivoting himself midair, Sunny slammed his fist downward on the man who had been bent at an awkward angle.

Yet Gilead, despite the fact his back was merely a few inches away from the floor, only being held by his supremely strong leg muscles, he managed to swing his body to the side like a pendulum to avoid Sunny's fist. A small crater was created in the ground as Sunny's fist bit into the cold cement.

Suddenly, Gilead's fist flew toward him at blinding speed. Sunny hadn't expected the blow, yet he softened every muscle in his body to disperse the impact. Raising his hands, Sunny twisted them rapidly as Gilead's fist collided with them using his supreme mastery of human forces to disperse the blow that would have certainly dented his chest.

Yet the human body wasn't designed to withstand such large amounts of force. Despite dispersing the blow, blood flowed from Sunny's ears and eyes as he collapsed on the floor unconscious, the stress put on his body still too much for him to handle.

Unbeknownst to him, Morgan stepped into the room, a guard shoving open the heavy metal door on her behalf. She stared at the dents in the cement with a satisfied smile on her face as she bent down to lay a hand on Sunny and run her hand through the blood that smeared his chest.

"Bring him to my room, as he is." Morgan commanded, before exiting the room hastily. The next time Sunny had woken up, Morgan's sickeningly sweet smile loomed over him as he slowly raised himself up and studied his physical form. His blood had dried yet his injuries still sent waves of pain coursing through his body that remained ever difficult to ignore, but in front of his master no pain could be shown.

He hated how she used his body; he hated how she looked at him, there wasn't a single part of his warped relationship with Morgan he didn't hate. Yet he bore it with a smile, after all, is it not the duty of one without a future like himself to preserve Rain's bright and glorious life.

Her name was all that tethered him to humanity, sometimes he forgot his own name. Trauma and pain had been his only friends throughout this brief period of his life, and they had been excellent in keeping him company. Morgan's voice tore him from his melancholy thoughts as his head was roughly forced to look in her direction.

"Sunless, I've heard your training is going well, you're improving much faster than even I had expected you to. Tell me, do you want a reward? If it's within reason, I'll give it to you."

Sunny's eyes wanted to widen, yet he trained his features, so they remained still. Slowly, he allowed a fake smile to grace his lips, Morgan smiled in response as a clouded look filled her eyes once more, one that only promised pleasure for a single party.

Before she could begin, Sunny's lips moved, remaining as hoarse from lack of speech. "Let...Rain go. I'll stay here as long as I need to, just promise me never to use her as a hostage again." Sunny's eyes glimmered with hope, flames that he once thought died in his first day in hell were fanned by the very person who snuffed them out in the first place.

Morgan stared at him for a moment, running her hand across his cheek slowly before pressing her forehead against his. "I'll do it, the look in your eyes is too...alluring for me to deny often. But you need to get stronger, far stronger, so you can help me kill that man."

She spat out her last sentence with venom in her tone, an emotion Sunny had never seen her display before. Yet just as quickly as her enraged expression arrived, it disappeared. Morgan shifted her mouth to his chest before licking off a piece of dried blood.

Sunny's body shuddered with well supressed terror as he hoped she would go no farther, and thankfully, she didn't. Wiping saliva from her lips, she pulled out a small phone before typing a message Sunny could not see. Frankly, he hadn't remembered the last time he had seen any piece of technology.

Turning the screen, Morgan flashed the bright object in Sunny's face as his eyes squinted to read the text. True to her word, every piece of information they had about Rain, including a file that constantly updated itself depending on her location had been deleted.

A small smile settled on his face, this time, a genuine one. Morgan hadn't lied to him. At least he didn't think she had. He was so overwhelmed with joy he allowed himself to forget his characteristic scepticism that had followed him throughout the entirety of his life.

Suddenly, Morgan grabbed him roughly by the chin before forcing his face close to one end of the small phone she held. "I want you to say you belong to me, so I can keep the message ingrained in my mind forever. Say it!" Sunny's eyes widened, his lip trembling as Morgan's grip on his face grew tighter.

Finally, he relented. "I belong to Morgan." He grunted out, emotion never even daring to make its way into his tone. Morgan frowned, clearly not satisfied with the statement before shifting her weight and slamming her fist into Sunny's stomach.

He coughed with pain and surprise, for someone who he had never seen train, Morgan hit nearly as hard as Gilead. Grabbing him roughly by the hair, Morgan leaned in close to his ear so he would hear every word. "Say it again, say it like you mean it!"

"I belong to Morgan!" he screamed, Morgan let go of her strangling grip on his hair before watching him shift away from her. Grabbing him roughly by the wrist, Morgan studied him for a bit before grabbing her chin contemplatively.

"I feel like you should get a tattoo, so you never forget who owns you, even if you do somehow manage to escape this place." Sunny's eyes widened with horror as Morgan roughly dragged him from her bed, after a single order, she pushed past her door before making her way into a cold room with the smell of hot iron gracing the air.

Molten iron lingered in each corner of the room as a large burly man wearing darkened leather gloves and a large bodysuit turned around to acknowledge Morgan's presence. "Princess, is there anything I can do for you?" The man asked, only taking a moment to glance at Sunny.

Although he couldn't tell the man's facial features under the solid mask he wore covering his face, he appeared almost excited at the opportunity to use his glowing metal tools against Sunny's warm flesh. His shoulders shuddered in excitement at the thought before Morgan finally thought of her order.

"I want you to brand a snake across his right arm. And then, once you are done, you will tattoo the arm. Don't worry, he won't resist much." Turning back, she glanced at Sunny with a small smile before squeezing his wrist tightly. "Will you?" Sunny shook his head violently, his only solace being that he would pass out from the pain eventually.

Soon enough, Sunny watched as his arm was dipped into frigid waters, being pulled out by three men as they held him onto a large wooden slab. Morgan watched in the corner; her phone held to her ear with a sick smile as his faint voice emanated from it.

His focus was torn off Morgan as his world went white with pain. A hot metal snake was pressed against his body, he felt like everything he had ever felt before was pleasure, a monumentally high amount of pleasure compared to the earth-shattering pain he was going through currently.

The pain was so intense, he wished for Morgan's abuse and Gilead's 'training' once more, no! Tenfold! Compared to what was going on. Soon enough, consciousness slipped from him, Sunny didn't remember if he screamed, yet from the looks of his injured palms, he was sure he had harmed himself trying to take his mind off the pain.

Sunny woke up with a jolt, looking around him, he realised that he was in an entirely new room. For once, there were no people, nothing, just the sweet solace of his own mind. Looking down at his arm, Sunny saw the elongated tattoo of a snake marring his body as he waited for a few moments, emotion bubbling in his eyes.

Finally, upon noticing that he was entirely alone. Sunny sobbed silently, he was alone, hurt and nobody would come to help him. He was suffering continuously, marks of abuse and torture continued to paint his skin as he found himself unable to escape the hell he was trapped in.

Sunny cried till he slept, hoping for a better tomorrow while knowing it would never come.